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This is the city: Los Angeleez Califor-ni-a. The following story is true. The names were left the same because there were no innocent to protect. In a moment a description of the events. But first an ad from our sponsor Chesterfield Cigarettes:
More deceased doctors recommend Chesterfield Cigarettes for their cadavers who smoke cigarettes than any other brand. Why not try a Chesterfield today and experience the full rich tobacco flavor of toxic gases slowly nestling into your once pink lungs. And with Chesterfield there’s no morning hack. In fact, after smoking them for a while, there’s no morning at all. Just mourning.
That’s how you could advertise cigarettes in 1954. And now back to our True Story:
A telephone conversation between frantic landlady Florence Katz Ross and her unimpressed friend Gladys Rabinowitz:
Florence: Yes operator. I’d like MElrose3-9421.
Operator: One moment please. OK. Go ahead.
Florence: Hello Gladys? Gladys, you’re never gonna believe what just happened.
Gladys: Well what is it honey? Do tell.
Florence: Well I was just adjusting the rabbit ears on my new 8” Philco-Vision TV set to watch my stories, when Frank Sinatra and Joe DiMaggio break down my door with an axe, run over to me and demand to know where Marilyn is. I said “Marilyn who?” And Joe says, “My wife Marilyn Monroe. She’s shacking up here with some bum and I’m gonna give it to him real good see. You capish lady? Now where is she?” Read the rest of this entry »